Sew yourself a mask from this winter sunset
and wear it like an apricot smile.
Examine those silhouette branches –
a set of charcoal fingerprints
pointing at summer and those angrier,
suffering skies. It’s that kind of year, you know
when, instead of beauty or fine weather,
a shard of blue ‘twixt the clouds
reminds you of breaking your favourite mug.
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Out of the Cave 
a terrific last line that brings the fine poetry down to earth 🙂
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